Rambling thoughts

Its been a long day and I've a funeral to attend in a few hours. My other blog now contains all these types of posts. Well at least the beginnings of these types of personal ramblings out of character styled posts.

It was one of my objectives for this year to keep my RW ramblings from interfering with Anemo's posts. So from today on, postings here will relate directly to Anemo Eolic and The Legends of Mernac, with the additions of any W.I.Ps that I have in progress on this site.

Any and all other posts will be now located in the findbotr3 blog. You are more than welcome to come visit the creator of Anemo Eolic on the other blog and in fact you are encouraged to do so. Especially if you want to try and work how her mind works. However, don't try too hard as she will change the rules and leave you feeling even more dumbfounded than before.

Thanks for taking the time to read and comment. It is always appreciated.

A note to the Mothers and Fathers of Mernac. You all will be mentioned in time on the other blog, just in smaller references as will the disciples. Of course back links will be provided and it would be appreciated if reciprocal links were given.

Now to the next objective. Stop scratching, get some sleep, attend a funeral and hope the church doesn't cave in. Add more tales to this blog, add more chapters to works in progress. Oh the list goes on and on!

Quonts Questions

Asks the Mernacian


Anemo Eolic
to answer the question below.
Dearest Uncle Quont has asked the first question for the New Year and that has to be
Any resolutions for this New Season on Mernac?

Resolutions dearest Uncle, really! I make a resolution to not make a resolution. Why? Well over the years I've learned that if I make plans they usually go haywire and well even though I have achievements. I try not to make resolutions.

Creators response:
Though like my dearest brother Canu I'd like to give up the tobacco and like Lucia I'd like to gather a few more elementals, though at times that can be hard to do as certain other Gods get there first. Then like Serephina I'd like to get a new computer.
I also resolve to stay away from spiders, only good spider is a dead one in my books.
Also this is not a resolution but a hope. I would like to finish three courses this year and complete at least three novels of varying lengths.
Oh and theres the dropping another dress size or two. Though hubby says not to loose anything off the bust or butt. He likes them rather large! He he wait til I'm done with walking and we'll see if he still prefers a big butt.

Anemo's shared pain.

There's a rustle in the air the scent of lavender is carried on it. A flurry of lace and a jingle of trinkets, can be heard, then suddenly a tenacious bluster of red hair blows around a corner.

Limping into Mernac Anemo lifts her pain ridden face.
'Oh Mothers and Fathers, my dearest scribe has been bitten by a planet dirt spider.'

Anemo plunks herself down, her own leg carries the effects of her creators bite. Slowly she reaches forth and lifts her skirts, baring a white silken thigh, slowly she spreads her legs and turns the left outwards. Just above her knee theres a pinkness that darkens the further the eyes travel, suddenly two large blackish marks the size of a tea cup are revealed, in their center the skin is taunt and creamy. The heat that radiates can be felt by any who hover their hand closer. Some have been known to try making their hand wander higher, but they are soon stopped with a thunderous belly growl and a whine of pain.

'Tis so hard to not scratch, feels like theres little creatures partying under the skin.' Anemo raises her doleful eyes, bags of tiko would be easier to carry than the sleep derived ones she has under her eyes.

'I'm here, with my bells on, but am dreadfully slow. The earthly Drs say twas a whitey that took a bitey. Now the creator has cellulitous, she falls to sleep with all the meds that they have her on. I drifted into planes unknown when she diverted her plans and went to the big white hospital. An IV of antibiotics and fluid they gave, she slept through the groans and I drifted, I thought I was lost and she'd not find me.' Anemo places her left hand over the area, her bright purple talon's making a stark contrast against the livid pink of her skin. Her eyes scan Mernac for some salve to ease her second hand pain.

Her eyes alight on the start of a song, softly she hums as she trails her nails across her blemished skin.

What will you find in the dungeons of Quont?
Why, just about anything that you might want.
Are you hip to the whip? Does the flail bring you joy?
Is your preference a lassie or is it a boy?
And I hear that there's many a marvelous toy
In the dungeons of Quont
In the dungeons of Quont

Prettily she wiggles her fingers and adds a tad to the tune:

Succubi are there to attend to your desires and theres
No need to be wary, they aint no fairies.
Traesha she lures with her guiles
Lanesha has an alluring smile, behind the teeth theres tongues
that procure the deepest desires.
Forever young are their bodies
But their minds, there you need to be wary.

What will you find in the dungeons of Quont?
Why, just about anything that you might want.
Are you hip to the whip? Does the flail bring you joy?
Is your preference a lassie or is it a boy?
And I hear that there's many a marvelous toy
In the dungeons of Quont
In the dungeons of Quont

Anemo lies back drifting with the pain as a billowing cloud lifts and carries her into sweet slumber, slowly she sits up and says my replies to the weekly questions will be along shortly.
Oh and the creator has a place of her own now to vent in. So if you want to keep up with the RW of Findbotr follow the links provided.

RW waylays

Well its better late than never. Which has become a catch phrase for me of late. I should be that rabbit from Alice in Wonderland...

'I'm late, I'm late, I'm late for a very important date!'
It seems every-time I make plans they either get waylaid or I end up running late. Now believe me I leave early enough most of these important issues that have arisen in my immediate life, but it feels like something is conspiring against me or with me. LOL

But I am learning to deal with them. Either by shrugging my shoulders or screaming silent cussing into the air. Take my having fallen two weeks ago in the blinding rain. Tore the ligaments in my right wrist. Not by a half measure either. Anyway the day we went to the Drs the car decided it was going to die or I should say the alternator did. Then hubby locked the keys into the vehicle. Reliable me, I called the RACV, then my cousin and off we went. Leaving hubby to deal with the car.

Drs say I'm not allowed to drive! What! Alright deal with it. Train hubby to do the patrol and then I can nap with the excuse of it being the pain killers fault. Hubby is a dawdler, really. Every shift we are late. Not by a few minutes, no. By at least 15 to .5 of an hour. Yes we make the time up, but it goes against everything that I've been taught about being punctual. As I'm not allowed to drive I hold my tongue, but keep looking at my watch. He gets the hint! lol

Well it looks like I'll be unable to drive for at least another one to two weeks. Which drives me crazy. Its the loss of the independence and having to rely on others to get off their rears and help me keep appointments. Oh and its not only the driving, I can open a damn bottle of drink and its takes my family upto an hour to realize that I might be thirsty! I know I should speak up, I do now. I've had enough, I want the use back of my wrist. Though it was beneficial the other day, all the lads in the house had no choice but to assist with the house work and ordering around.

We were having visitors and I wanted the house to look respectful and not a haven for piglets. It even smells better, they all learned that by opening windows, unsightly smells dissipate and if they find all their dirty socks, it eliminates even more scents. Oh and if you wash the dishes, there will always be clean ones in the cupboard. Harsh nah! One day they'll thank me for being the Grumpy Bitch with the stubborn streak. If they don't their prospective partners will.

Anyway, as you've probably read Mums home and dad is driving her crazy. All his good intentions have gone out the window and washed down the gully. We spent half the day with them yesterday. Blue drove and I had white knuckle grips on my wrist splint, some of the time. Seriously Blue your a good driver, just watch the road and not the eye candy strolling down the sidewalk.

Where was I? Oh yeah Dad. Oh lord was he a grump and I told him he was being rude, and nasty and that he could blinking stay in the car. He soon shut up. Though when I tried the same tact back at their home he gave that look of your my child do not speak to me that way or I clout you across the ear hole. I shook my head and walked away. Ultimately it was Mums decision to go back into the house. He did a good job in making her believe that he would change and now its back to the waiting game. Though he doesn't like it that I've got control over Mums affairs and that when the bills come in I only pay her half and the rest is left for him.

You see, she's always paid for everything. I mean everything and he spent his money on BS stuff that he wanted. He saved a little and contributed a little but not in the same way as Mum did. Dad should have been a politician or a conman really. He's peeved majorly now. Trying to say that the bills aren't being paid. But I've shown Mum the receipts and him. Though he tried to get me to leave them, names billy not silly. I kept them, I need them to prove that I'm not spending her money or myself.

Mums concerned that he'll fall. I say let him and call an ambulance. I know its cold hearted, but its the only way the authorities will take any notice. Once he's had x amount of falls, he becomes listed on the falls register and when they become excessive. Then we can over ride his choice to a certain extent and have him placed into hostel. Hence the waiting, just have to hope its not her that falls.

Anyway, I've added most of my blogging friends to Technorati and am looking into creating another blog, just for the RW entries and my views. This one was meant to be Anemos, when it happens all these posts will be moved over and the blog here will go back to bing Anemos tales and her friends.

Many thanks goes out to all of you who have dropped by and kept up to date with my limitations of the past two months. Hoping that once the wrist is healed then everything will go back to the normal routine. But I don't want to go making too many plans, just in case. I'll take everyday as it comes for the time being and be grateful for those small mercy's.